Chapter 490: Sweet Simpleton, Does the Red Apricot Climb Over the Wall?

When it comes to raising children, Lin Dongfan actually doesn't have much patience.

When he first got home, he was good at entertaining the child, but after half an hour he'd toss the kid aside to fend for themselves, just like Chu Lingxi, letting the child run wild.

Their mindsets were completely in sync—as long as the child didn't die, it was fine.

In the evening.

Grandpa wanted to see his great-grandson, so he made a video call, which scared Chu Lingxi and Lin Dongfan into hastily picking up the kids from the floor, each holding one, pretending to be model parents.

"Grandpa, have you eaten yet?"

Chu Lingxi held her son and greeted him with a cheerful smile.

Lin Dongfan, who was holding the daughter, was no slower—he grabbed little Zhao Xia's hand and greeted Grandpa: "Zhao Xia, quickly call the ancestor."

Grandpa's gaze was unusually sharp.

Just one look and he exploded: "You two good-for-nothings, how are you raising the kids? You've made them look like you just picked them up from a refugee camp! Is that hair on Fuxing's head? It's just fuzz! Didn't you wash his hair? And little Zhao Xia, what did you feed her? Her mouth is so red."

As for what they ate, of course the daughter eats whatever the mother likes.

Chu Lingxi had just finished eating something spicy and numbing.

She ate it together with her daughter, which made her lips turn red from the spice.

Chu Lingxi hadn't expected Grandpa to notice that detail either, and she put on an innocent act: "I don't know either—I was just doing housework earlier, and Dongfan was watching the kids."

"What did you feed the kid? Hey you! Where are you looking? Look at me!"

Grandpa roared at Lin Dongfan, his anger almost spilling out of the phone screen.

His head felt numb; just now Lin Dongfan's eyes had flicked to Chu Lingxi, mainly because he was puzzled—when had this sweet simpleton learned to pass the buck?

Lin Dongfan withdrew his gaze and faced Grandpa's question squarely: "They ate red-fleshed dragon fruit—what's the problem? It's not poison, why are you yelling?"

Grandpa obviously didn't believe him.

He shouted directly into the video: "Zhao Xia, what did you just eat? Tell Grandpa, and Grandpa will take you to get some douzhi."

Sure enough, it's a strong flavor passed down the generations.

Upon hearing about douzhi, little Zhao Xia's eyes lit up and she piped up in a childish voice: "I just ate—" Before she could finish, Lin Dongfan panicked and clapped his hand over her mouth.

"Grandpa, Zhao Xia wet her pants—I'll go give her a bath first."

Without waiting for Grandpa to speak, Lin Dongfan scooped up little Zhao Xia and vanished. Meanwhile, the nervous Chu Lingxi also silently breathed a sigh of relief, thinking her husband was impressive and quick to react.

Chu Lingxi collected herself and smiled: "Grandpa, we really didn't let Zhao Xia eat random things."

"Lingxi, I'm not saying this to criticize you—you're great in every way, you just don't know how to raise kids. Dongfan that good-for-nothing is even less reliable than you in this regard. Since you two are raising the children, their horoscopes need to be extra strong. I think you should bring the kids to live in the military district compound; if I don't keep an eye on them myself, I won't feel at ease."

"Sure, we'll bring the kids over tomorrow."

Grandpa's tone sounded like a discussion, but it was actually an order.

After marrying into the Lin family for so many years, Chu Lingxi had long figured out Grandpa's routine—this is 'courtesy before force'! Anyone who dares to say no to his face will see him flare his beard and glare the next second.

Everything unfolded exactly as Chu Lingxi had anticipated.

As long as they went along with Grandpa's wishes, he immediately broke into a satisfied smile: "Still, my grandson's wife is sensible—come over early tomorrow."

"Okay, Grandpa."

"Hurry up and give Fuxing a bath—look at how messy his hair is! People who don't know would think our Lin family produced some little wild thing, what nonsense!"

"Sure, I'll do it now."

"Then I'll hang up—go help him wash up and trim his hair a bit."

"Sure, goodbye, Grandpa."

As soon as the video call ended, Chu Lingxi felt as if she'd just survived nine heavenly thunder tribulations, covering her pounding little chest as she let out Along sigh of relief.

After her emotions settled.

She plopped Lin Fuxing onto the sofa, grabbed a mirror, and held it up to Lin Fuxing: "Look at you—you're over three and still clueless; can't you give me a break?"

"I didn't eat any snacks—it was my sister who did." Lin Fuxing put on an innocent face.

Chu Lingxi laughed through tears: "I meant give me a break, not forbid you from eating snacks! What kind of stupid kid doesn't even understand what's being said?"

Lin Fuxing, possessed by stubbornness, retorted: "What you're saying is clearly snacks."

"Fine, fine, whatever you say is what it is." Chu Lingxi, defeated, lifted Lin Fuxing off the sofa and urged: "Your dad's washing your sister—go line up."

"I want Aunt Wu Yue to wash me."

"The auntie has gone home for the New Year."

"I still want Aunt Wu Yue to wash me."

"Lin Fuxing! You're looking for trouble, huh? Believe me, I'll whip you!"

Chu Lingxi grabbed the picture book from the sofa as a makeshift teaching tool, raised it high—before she could bring it down, Lin Fuxing had already clutched his butt and fled; obviously, he'd gained experience from being beaten.

Three years ago, Chu Lingxi was still a pure-hearted sweet simpleton.

Back then she never imagined that one day she'd roar like an angry lion. Looking at the hall littered with toys, resembling a garbage dump, Chu Lingxi felt overwhelmed—two heads big.

After tidying for over half an hour, she finally got it clean.

She had just sat down to rest.

The phone resting on the sofa buzzed with a message: "Chu the great beauty, are you free tomorrow? Do me a favor and come out for a meal."

"No time."

Chu Lingxi simply replied with two characters.

The other party quickly sent another message: "Is your husband back?"

"Yeah."

Chu Lingxi had just finished replying.

Lin Dongfan came out holding Zhao Xia in his left hand and Fuxing in his right; the two little rascals had just finished bathing and smelled fresh.

As he put the two kids on the sofa.

Lin Dongfan unintentionally glanced at Chu Lingxi deleting a message, and couldn't help but frown slightly. What's going on? As soon as I came back, you deleted a message.

I haven't been back for half a year, and my home was robbed?

That oily green sense of crisis surged onto Lin Dongfan's heart in an instant.

Lin Dongfan turned on the TV and instructed the two kids: "Fuxing, Zhao Xia, behave and watch TV here, don't run around."

Having said that, he pulled Chu Lingxi into the room.

Chu Lingxi lay down on the bed like a carefree angel, lazily saying: "Honey, why did you pull me in? Want to have another meeting? Come on."

"We'll talk about the meeting later." Lin Dongfan closed the door, turned to look at Chu Lingxi lying on the bed, and asked: "I'm asking you, who were you just sending a message to?"

"A friend."

"Male?"

"Yeah."

"Do you like him?"

"No."

"Then does he like you?"

"I feel he probably has a bit of affection for me."

"Have you made a date?"

"We've made a date once."

"So, did you two want to make another date just now?"

"I couldn't be bothered to go."

"Is it because I came back that you feel guilty, like a thief?"

"What does feeling guilty like a thief feel like? I don't know, I've never been a thief."

"You don't understand?"

"I really don't understand."

"Then why did you delete the message as soon as I came over? What do you mean?"

"That guy keeps harassing me; I'm annoyed, so I deleted it—out of sight, out of mind." Chu Lingxi relaxed, seeming not to think there was anything wrong. She propped her head with one hand, lying sideways on the bed, and beckoned Lin Dongfan with a grin: "Honey, let's not talk about this anymore; come up and have a little meeting."

This pose left Lin Dongfan speechless.

Lin Dongfan asked gloomily: "I'm discussing such a serious matter with you, why aren't you nervous at all?"

"It's just deleting two harassing texts; what's there to be nervous about? It's not like I killed two people." As she said that, Chu Lingxi seemed to suddenly think of something.

Her body jerked upright.

She panicked and asked Lin Dongfan: "Honey, you wouldn't be suspecting me of cheating, would you? I solemnly declare that when I said I had a date earlier, I didn't mean the kind you're thinking of. He invited me to a meal once; it was the first time, and I went because I felt embarrassed to refuse—really, it was just a meal."